From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 99

In the end, he actually tied me up and dumped me in the guest room.

What happened next? Well, I’ll leave that up to your imagination.

After watching all three videos, I was equal parts mortified and relieved. At least there wasn’t any footage of him helping me shower or change clothes—otherwise, I might have just died right there from embarrassment.

“So, you’re saying,” I stammered, my face bright red, swallowing hard as I tried to confirm, “last night was just one big misunderstanding? Nothing actually happened, right?”

Elliot’s eyes went cold. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and shoved me out of the bedroom, slamming the door in my face. “Keep dreaming.”

I stared at the slammed door, burning with humiliation and anger.

I went back to the guest room, packed up my stuff, and said goodbye to Marian.

So much for breakfast—my stomach was still empty.

Elliot’s place was a stand-alone villa, all sharp lines and black, white, and gray. The front yard was all stone and concrete, with a few potted white magnolias. The weather was chilly, so the leaves looked even darker and glossier.

I walked out of the yard, following the path. The farther I went, the more familiar everything seemed.

Ten minutes later, I realized I was standing right in front of my apartment building.

So, basically, I lived in the same neighborhood as the big boss.

Which meant that rainy night, I’d totally imagined things—he could’ve just gone straight back home, no trouble at all.

Looking back, I can’t even tell if he set me up or if I just threw myself at him. It’s like he laid out a trap, and I practically begged him to catch me.

Remy just smiled softly, unfazed by my sarcasm. “Avery, I have to go out of town for a while. My mom’s not well. Can you help look after her for me? I’ve already told her not to give you a hard time.”

Diagnosis complete: Remy definitely had issues. Honestly, it’s like his brain is full of nonsense.

“If you’re only coming back to sign the divorce papers, then maybe I’ll consider it.”

Remy’s gaze lingered on my neck, his eyes suddenly frosty. The gentle look disappeared, replaced by a chill that almost made me shiver. “You really want to divorce me that badly?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “You never loved me, and I don’t love you anymore. Divorce is the obvious choice.”

His eyes narrowed, and the tension in the air got heavy. “Forget about divorce. If you don’t want to look after my mom, that’s fine—I’ll find someone else. And since I’ll be gone for a while, and you’re busy with your new project, I’ll take Cindy with me.”